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King Los

The Cure

 

The Cure


[Diana Ross:]
If there's a cure for this I don't want it, don't want it
If there's a cure for this I don't want it, I don't want it

[King Los:]
Yeah, ugh
Lately I've been running like a half back (Ugh)
I could back it up and give 'em cash back (Ooh)
Wrap a rubber band around a hundred large
Then challenge your favorite rapper to a hundred bars
I'm one the Mars, I'm out of this world
I'm out of my mind, in and out of your girl (Yah)
I get bored with these itty bitty (Whores)
I go skrt skrt in a pretty pretty (Horse)
I [?] the motherfucking money
Run up in the bank and tell the teller I'm the Unabomber
I'ma do it momma, I'ma do it honest
I'ma do the honors, I'm the new Obama
I'ma bring change to the ghetto
Bought my girl cuban chains and stilettos
The drip drop Range, on them deep dish thangs
Bitch, everything dope like we flip 'caine, King

[Diana Ross:]
If there's a cure for this I don't want it, don't want it
If there's a cure for this I don't want it, I don't want it

[Mark Battles:]
Young nigga getting rich off of Cash App
Already hit once, you can have that
Playing with herself on my Snapchat
Really did it on my own, what you mad at?
T-O-N-I, that's my name
V-A-S-I, that's my gang
Lames throwing shade, man that shit so lame
Nigga's just mad that I'm doing my thang
Learned from the past, really grew from my pain
Turned it to cash from pursuing my dream
Earned it fast, no suit and tie gang
Shoot for the stars, I'm just proving my range
Stay true as I can
And watch who you kick it with
Doing numbers like arithmetic
For a house with a picket fence
Take my dick to kiss
With a drip of piss
Had to grind, no Christmas list
Shoot six for six
I ain't missing shit
But a brick a brick
'Cause I'm with the shit
Yeah, I'm with the shit
Feeling big headed like Zordon
You had your chance, now it's our time
Run through these hoes like Marshawn
Better wax that shit 'til the car shine, bitch

[Diana Ross:]
If there's a cure for this I don't want it, don't want it
If there's a cure for this I don't want it, I don't want it

If there's a cure for this I don't want it, don't want it
If there's a cure for this I don't want it, I don't want it

feito

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